There was a night
when I tried to slip out of the world
quietly without a plan.
Like a naive child running from their home wanting to be free.
Unaware of the consequences before them, the yearning to be gone gave them the adrenaline they craved.
Running farther and farther away,
not being able to stop from the internal pain, because the rush felt too good to stop.
Turning back was never an option once they couldn't stop going forward.
Hurting, aching, and growing desperate for the pain to end.
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Author:
Iris Nazarene (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2025 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: If anyone EVER needs someone to talk to, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m always here. I understand completely with people and their internal struggles.
- Category: Short story
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